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...display of contemporary art. And although its prizes have sometimes been awarded as a result of flackery, they are often rewards for achievement in new fields of art. In 1964, for the second time in the Biennale's history, the U.S. won the top international prize, for the litter-ish paintings of Robert Rauschenberg (Alexander Calder's sculpture won in 1952). This year, despite a powerful push behind the U.S.'s pop-eyed Roy Lichtenstein, whose work has evolved from hyperintense comic-book panels, the grand international prize in painting went to a relatively unknown kinetic artist...
Coming out at Hong Kong, Koningsberger felt really depressed. He was back in a place with more freedom and more food, true, but also with beggars, pickpockets, litter and Coca-Cola hawkers. Behind the Bamboo Curtain he had left order and morality...
...three-year-old surfing post in Coronado, Calif., brings in oceanographers and water pollution experts to talk to its 100 members, is credited by local authorities with sharply reducing vandalism and litter on the beaches. Chicago's Law Enforcement Post 9004 consists of ten members of a gang called the Lazy Gents. All have police records, and their advisers are two police detectives. "They're a tough bunch," says Detective Arthur Leidecker, 25. "They won't follow any program." Even so, Leidecker and his partner have made favorable impressions. Since the post was formed last fall...
...Harlem ghetto is East 102nd Street between First and Second avenues. It is populated by some heroin users, too many broken families, and a lot of ordinary low-income folk who have all but given up the fight for a better life. Rats roam urine-reeking hallways amid the litter of wine bottles, fallen plaster and broken wiring, and there are bitter memories of politicians' promises to clean up the mess...
Dreams of Snakes. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette was the youngest kitten of a hardy litter that ran wild on a manor-farm in Burgundy. "Look!" their lusty mother cried a hundred times a day, "Look!" Colette looked, and her descriptions of the farm include some of the loveliest pages in the literature of childhood. "Even then, when I was only five, I so loved the dawn that I would go alone through the mist in search of strawberries, black currants and hairy gooseberries, my blue eyes deepened by the blurred and dewy greenery all around me, my pride swelling at being...